She was only just born when it began. She couldn't say she remember's much, But she never seemed to forget her mother, let alone the stories she told her. Stories about a world where the earth thrived. a world where flowers bloomed and children laughed. A world she never got to grow up in.
Life before the decay.
The decay was a fatal plague that was passed through the breath of another. A lethal disease that could break down the human body in a matter of hours. One it was in your system it was an inevitable result of being consumed in a paralyzing trance of decomposition, impossible to escape.
If only the decay was the only killer out there.
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Visionary
Science Fictionit's been 2 years. 2 years since the world started its long-lasting decay. The ground filling wildlife began its rot, as well as the worldwide water evaporation. There was no longer a way to decipher tomorrow's weather. The alteration between animal...
